Post by Phoenix on May 11, 2008 17:10:13 GMT -5
Connell
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=Connell Forrester=
[Con, Forest and Twig]
{Gender;;} Male
{Age::} 17
{Height;;} 5'8''
{Status;;} Vampire
{Occupation;;} Pickpocket
{Appearance;;} Glacier blue eyes. They never changed the
slightest all through his hell of a life. After that was the paleness
of the rest of his form, the normal rosy tone after a good feeding
having disappeared. Hanging over his eyes are waves of midnight
black hair, almost darker than the night itself. Inside his mouth
are a pair of razor sharp fangs, longer than normal from the lack
of a good feed.
Covering his upper torso is a pale white shirt, buttons running
down the center, a few slits running along the whole shirt from
various close encounters with a slayer. Then covering his lower
half was a pair of black trousers, stolen form the corpse of a rich
man. The only problem with having such, moderately fine cloths
were they were normally covered by a long black cloak with a
hood. Said cloak has a skull clasp to keep it from falling off of his shoulders.
{Personality;;} A born fighter. That was what Connell was. After
living on the streets for so long, this 17 year olds seems to have
no heart if he comes to a conflict, occasionally giving in and
using his speed to an advantage if it came to fighting a slayer.
Of course, there was always the way he felt toward the lady folk.
When hes around a woman he can seem almost like the polite
boy he was, which could be one of his main weaknesses. A
female slayer could finish him off quicker than a male.
Fearful. Scared of what would happen if he went to the abbey.
They would probably cast him as one of the less controllable
vampires and send him to the abbey mews. He wasn't about to be
used to make a cure. Being a vampire was way too much fun.
{History;;} Death. Destruction. Despair. Things that had tormented
Connell pretty much all of his life when he had lived in Ireland.
Thats where he had been born to an Irish mother and English
father. Said father wasn't exactly the kind type, beating his son
on a regular basis, as well as pretty much leaving him to starve if
his mother was out.
On his thirteenth birthday his mother passed away from an un-
known illness, leaving Collnell and his father to move to London,
his fathers home. It turned out his father was moderately well
known around the place, one of a few members of the
government. The thirteen year old didn't really care what his
father did, the man was merely the source of his pain in the
teenagers eyes.
When he turned 15 he had begun to hear about early stages of
the virus, knowing one of his friends from the school his father
forced him to go to having been infected by it. He always took
the quick route home, but one of his so called friends persuaded
him to go through the grave yard, one of the longer routes. He
stupidly agreed, managing to make it through the actual
graveyard without a single problem.
Well, that was until he was caught by a group of the wilder
vampires, being basically savaged by them, eventually having
some of his blood drained by one of the leaders. He was then left
against one of the gates surrounding the graveyard, his cloths
pretty much in tatters. He woke up the next day, instantly having
pain beam down on him like the sun. He ran for the closest
building, finding it the main hall for the town. He collapsed, only
just noticing the paleness of his skin, and the sharpness of the
teeth on his tongue.
When a person walked in and laid eyes on Connell they instantly
turned to run, only to be knocked back in by a familiar face. The
leader of the group of wild vampires. The man was literally
quaking in fear as the vampire lunged for the throat, draining the
man quickly. Connell, however, had backed up into a corner,
eyes wide in fright of the stronger, and probably infected longer
vampire. The older male had merely laughed, seeing how scared
Connell was before holding out a hand, helping the younger
vampire to his feet.
From then on he had fifteen in with the rest of the group of
vampires, feeding when they fed, hiding where they hid for
another 2 years. That was until his father joined the Slayers, and
pretty soon they were being hunted. Most of the group were
killed with in the first few days, only Connell, the leader and a
few others surviving the week. That was when the Slayers lost
their trail, and left them be. Connell left the rest of the group,
knowing it would be easier by himself, and less trouble for the
rest of them.
{Fears;;}
-Fire
-Being Slayed
-The light
-Doctors
-Richard
{Skills and talents;;}
-Swift hands
-Deadly stealth
-No compassion
-No links to the world
-Picking pockets
{Character played by;;} Nickname: Max Username: Phoenix
[/font][/right] =Connell Forrester=
[Con, Forest and Twig]
{Gender;;} Male
{Age::} 17
{Height;;} 5'8''
{Status;;} Vampire
{Occupation;;} Pickpocket
{Appearance;;} Glacier blue eyes. They never changed the
slightest all through his hell of a life. After that was the paleness
of the rest of his form, the normal rosy tone after a good feeding
having disappeared. Hanging over his eyes are waves of midnight
black hair, almost darker than the night itself. Inside his mouth
are a pair of razor sharp fangs, longer than normal from the lack
of a good feed.
Covering his upper torso is a pale white shirt, buttons running
down the center, a few slits running along the whole shirt from
various close encounters with a slayer. Then covering his lower
half was a pair of black trousers, stolen form the corpse of a rich
man. The only problem with having such, moderately fine cloths
were they were normally covered by a long black cloak with a
hood. Said cloak has a skull clasp to keep it from falling off of his shoulders.
{Personality;;} A born fighter. That was what Connell was. After
living on the streets for so long, this 17 year olds seems to have
no heart if he comes to a conflict, occasionally giving in and
using his speed to an advantage if it came to fighting a slayer.
Of course, there was always the way he felt toward the lady folk.
When hes around a woman he can seem almost like the polite
boy he was, which could be one of his main weaknesses. A
female slayer could finish him off quicker than a male.
Fearful. Scared of what would happen if he went to the abbey.
They would probably cast him as one of the less controllable
vampires and send him to the abbey mews. He wasn't about to be
used to make a cure. Being a vampire was way too much fun.
{History;;} Death. Destruction. Despair. Things that had tormented
Connell pretty much all of his life when he had lived in Ireland.
Thats where he had been born to an Irish mother and English
father. Said father wasn't exactly the kind type, beating his son
on a regular basis, as well as pretty much leaving him to starve if
his mother was out.
On his thirteenth birthday his mother passed away from an un-
known illness, leaving Collnell and his father to move to London,
his fathers home. It turned out his father was moderately well
known around the place, one of a few members of the
government. The thirteen year old didn't really care what his
father did, the man was merely the source of his pain in the
teenagers eyes.
When he turned 15 he had begun to hear about early stages of
the virus, knowing one of his friends from the school his father
forced him to go to having been infected by it. He always took
the quick route home, but one of his so called friends persuaded
him to go through the grave yard, one of the longer routes. He
stupidly agreed, managing to make it through the actual
graveyard without a single problem.
Well, that was until he was caught by a group of the wilder
vampires, being basically savaged by them, eventually having
some of his blood drained by one of the leaders. He was then left
against one of the gates surrounding the graveyard, his cloths
pretty much in tatters. He woke up the next day, instantly having
pain beam down on him like the sun. He ran for the closest
building, finding it the main hall for the town. He collapsed, only
just noticing the paleness of his skin, and the sharpness of the
teeth on his tongue.
When a person walked in and laid eyes on Connell they instantly
turned to run, only to be knocked back in by a familiar face. The
leader of the group of wild vampires. The man was literally
quaking in fear as the vampire lunged for the throat, draining the
man quickly. Connell, however, had backed up into a corner,
eyes wide in fright of the stronger, and probably infected longer
vampire. The older male had merely laughed, seeing how scared
Connell was before holding out a hand, helping the younger
vampire to his feet.
From then on he had fifteen in with the rest of the group of
vampires, feeding when they fed, hiding where they hid for
another 2 years. That was until his father joined the Slayers, and
pretty soon they were being hunted. Most of the group were
killed with in the first few days, only Connell, the leader and a
few others surviving the week. That was when the Slayers lost
their trail, and left them be. Connell left the rest of the group,
knowing it would be easier by himself, and less trouble for the
rest of them.
{Fears;;}
-Fire
-Being Slayed
-The light
-Doctors
-Richard
{Skills and talents;;}
-Swift hands
-Deadly stealth
-No compassion
-No links to the world
-Picking pockets
{Character played by;;} Nickname: Max Username: Phoenix
( Sorry if its messed up. Copying and pasting from notepad doesnt work well)
